my cousin is visiting my parents in boston because they are having a ceremony for my grandfather. in khmer culture, they have these for the elder to extend their lives and to wish more prosperity on the life god has left for them. a few hours after she landed, she hit me with a photo of a photo of me in my room. it was my senior high school portrait as well as my 4th grade photo. bruh my 4th grade photo had me in tears, i was cracking tf up when she sent it through. 4th grade was the last year we spent in warwick, which were some of the best times in my life.
memory works in strange ways, but it’s good i haven’t completely forgotten that sports loving, crooked-smiled kid.
-ratha, 6:19pm, 7.8.19